I still have a few things from 2012 to review (mostly from the Nebula shortlist), but I’m eager to go on with the new stuff! For today and tomorrow I’ve picked stories about precognition. One of the editors at Tor.com must like the theme, because most of the recent precognition stories come from them even though they don’t publish that much original fiction.
The original idea was to have two reviews on a single day, as before, but I got verbose…
Mother, Crone, Maiden by Cat Hellisen (a South African woman)
from Tor.com Originals (Feb 2012)
This story comes with artwork by the awesome Goñi Montes. I confess his illustrations bump every story up my queue! He also has a post on his website with work-in-progress sketches and all. (BTW I wonder how his name is spelled – I’ve previously spelled it as “Goni” because that’s how it appears in his website header, but his contact info has “Goñi”. I guess he has the same problem as I do? BTW – people, my name has at least one acute accent in it, this is not optional unless you really really can’t do Unicode.)
The story itself is about precognitive people who snort coke a drug suspiciously like coke to get precognitive visions. The protagonist is a young girl who is forced into a marriage. She tries to divine her fate – lots of coke snorting follows. Then she makes a decision that leaves me scratching my head. That’s about it in a nutshell and without spoilers…
The plot hits many of the usual precognition tropes (be sure to read my friend Dash’s great post about the topic) – first and foremost the one about precognitive people being unable to have a decent romantic relationship. The previous such story I reviewed also came from Tor.com. In both cases this seemed to be the entire plot. Sigh! The previous one made the Nebula shortlist, so there must be lots of people who enjoy these kinds of stories – I know I do not.
There is also a bit of Not Again: while the protagonist is described as “blond and pale”, her enemies are “dark-skinned” monsters with “slanted eyes”. Racially loaded much? (BTW the author is white, so this is not a case of internalized oppression.) They are named “Hobs”, but as far as I know, the hobs of Anglo-Saxon folklore do not have such racial attributes.
I especially disliked this scene: “I am running through Pelimburg at night, dressed in simple clothes, with a small hiking bag over my shoulders. I have covered my hair and rubbed dirt into my skin. Even so I am too blond and pale for this city. Monstrous people watch me as I run past. I am lost in the alleyways and warrens of Old Town. “
For a long while I used to live in an inner-city neighborhood with such a reputation (except the ethnic context is different because it’s Hungary and the Scary Minorities are Gypsies and Jews). So this passage was especially hurtful. Yeah, I know that’s what The Majority thinks of me, that I’m a monster, you don’t need to rub it in. *rolleyes*
(In case you’re wondering, I am ridiculously blond and pale, but, as I’ve said, the ethnic context is different. Hungary still has the same “scary hood” stereotypes, and I can relate to them thankyouverymuch.)
Since the character’s ethnicity has zero to do with the story otherwise, I fail to see why this was a good thing to include. If this is what’s supposed to pass for background flavor, I’m not sure I dare to read the author’s novel set in the same world.
Similar stories I’ve reviewed:
* Six Months, Three Days by Charlie Jane Anders – romantic relationship between precognitive people fails
* Thirty Seconds from Now by John Chu – romantic relationship with one precognitive person. (Guess the ending.)